Mordred said nothing, taking a small swallow of his wine, enjoying the subtleness of some of the flavours, watching Mr Horrigan with interest. A brash man, but what had he expected? The man lived outside of society, with the beasts and barbarians, and had no real idea how to treat people. That, and he was middle class of course, and could be forgiven somewhat.
"A Conspiracy?" He repeated, eyes widening slightly and he gave a laugh, soft and controlled, setting down his glass and reaching to pull out a cigarette case, offering one to the journalist. "You'll have society up in arms, Mr Horrigan. What sort of conspiracy?"